Captive Fox
Part Four

by Bluebonnet





Disclaimer: Yeah, right, they're mine--NOT!

Rating: NC-17, although not in this part.

Keywords: Sex and discipline, need I say more?

Spoilers: Who knows? Who even cares?

Archive: Only at Persuaders

Summary: In a land where women rule and men are chattel, young Fox Mulder is about to become Lady Dana Scully's most prized possession...



"My lady, no, please not the stocks again!" gasped Lord Walter, struggling as he was led away by two of the Scully family's largest servants.

"Walter, you struck a guest!" Maggie scolded as her daughter bent over Lady Fowley. "Such behavior can hardly go unpunished!"

"But--"

"Not another word," Maggie said firmly. "Away with you both. Dana and I will tend to you after we've seen to our guests."

Fox submitted numbly as his arm was taken by one of the largest of the female servants and he was escorted to the back courtyard along with Walter. He shuddered as they approached the stocks, the new wood of the restraint Dana had had built especially for him gleaming in the starlight. Walter's more familiar, more used stocks were weather-roughened and worn, but still secure, and Fox watched as the servant escorting Walter placed his head and arms in the proper spaces, Walter offering no resistance. He shuddered as the heavy piece of wood came down, trapping Walter in the device, and the sound of the lock clicking shut almost made him faint in terror. Briefly, he debated shaking off the arm that held him and making a run for his freedom, but common sense told him what a foolish endeavor that would be. He couldn't escape, he would only be dragged back here, and then his punishment would be compounded. Very likely he would be whipped for his defiance, and the thought of being brutally punished in front of Lady Fowley was enough to make him swallow his fear and stand his ground.

The stocks stood side by side, and once Walter had been securely locked in the other device, the servant moved to the new one and lifted the top. The iron hinges squealed as the were forced to work for the first time since their installation, and Fox winced at the sound.

How long would the Ladies make them stand here, helpless and at the mercy of any who might come to take their merriment, before releasing them, and what type of punishment awaited at the end of this evening, which suddenly stretched out endless before him. And why, Fox thought rebelliously, were he and Walter being punished at all? They had done nothing wrong. Walter had merely attempted to assist Fox when he had been cornered by someone bent upon doing him harm. It wasn't fair that they should suffer while the Lady in question went her merry way, but it was the way of an unfair world that she should do so.

Once the heavy board had come down over his neck and wrists, Fox experimentally tried to tug his hand through the opening and found that it wouldn't budge. It was clear to him that an evil woman had designed these stocks, she had done her job admirably well.

The servants disappeared back inside the mansion, and the two hapless men were left alone.

"Great," Walter grumbled. "Thanks a lot, Fox. I spent hours here yesterday, and now it looks as if I'll be sleeping on my feet."

"At least you're not naked this time, Walter," Fox pointed out, but Walter didn't seem comforted by this thought.

"Not yet," he returned. "But wait until the servants have a break in their duties."

At Fox's shudder, Walter pressed on. "You've never been in this position before, have you?"

Fox shook his head. "We didn't have these torture devices at the Mulder estate," he said proudly.

Walter ignored the boy's youthful ignorance. "Well we had them at the Skinner estate, and Lady Sharon was quite fond of using them if she felt the occasion warranted. She was never one to punish me in anger, and so she would often lock me in the stocks for hours on end whilst she debated the most appropriate way to make me pay for my sins."

"Has--has Lady Maggie done this to you often?"

"On occasion," Walter said quietly, "although Lady Maggie is more apt to simply beat me and get the punishment over."

Fox squirmed again, uselessly striving for his freedom, and Walter smiled.

"You'll only hurt yourself, my boy," he advised. "Best not to struggle against it--the wood is strong and the locks are secure."

"It isn't fair!" Fox burst out. "Why are they doing this to us? Lady Dana didn't even take the time to hear our reasons--she doesn't even know what Lady Fowley was planning--"

"They had no choice, lad," Walter interrupted before Fox could get himself worked into a real anger. "We injured a Lady of the nobility, and we did it in front of all the guests. If we had not been immediately dealt with, the word would have spread throughout the land by morning that the Scully women have no control of their men. They would be ruined socially, and their patients would lose confidence in their ability to heal."

"You injured a Lady of the nobility," Fox reminded him.

"And saved your pretty hide!"

"Perhaps," Fox admitted grudgingly, "but I still feel this is unwarranted. I saw how the servants treated you yesterday while you were trapped here." He stopped, suddenly realizing that there was nobody around to protect them, should any servant or guest make her way to the back courtyard and attempt to take her pleasure with them.

Walter saw his consternation and sighed. "I know how you feel, Fox," he said gently. "But the servants know how far is too far, and they won't cross that line. You won't care for what they do to you, because you are still young and quite innocent, despite your recent marriage, but your virtue will remain intact, I promise you that."

"How far is too far?" he demanded desperately.

"You will not spill your seed," Walter told him quietly. "All else is permitted."

Fox bit back a groan, knowing how torturous it could be when Dana teased his manhood and refused to allow him his release. Would it be like that all evening, then? Parties such as the one going on inside could last for hours, as he well knew, and it had only begun.

"I'd rather just be whipped," he muttered at the ground. "Wouldn't you?"

"Lady Maggie isn't going to whip me for this," Walter responded serenely.

"How do you know?"

"Because," the older man told him with a sidelong look, "Lady Maggie never lets circumstances delay her in delivering a punishment. Had she intended to whip me, it would be occurring even as we speak."

"But maybe later she'll--"

"I have no doubt that she'll allow the guests to believe that. They will feel that a harsh punishment is warranted, and Lady Maggie will send them all away tonight with the assurance that it shall be meted out immediately upon their departure. Then she will release me and take me to her bed. I might suffer some mild form of punishment, for I did steal the key from her pocket, but it will not be severe. Lady Maggie never punishes me without hearing my side of a story first. Does your Lady Dana?" he asked curiously.

"I--I don't know," Fox told him. "There hasn't been an occasion for her to hear my side of a story yet--she's always been present and seen my disobedience for herself."

Walter chuckled. "I believe Maggie has raised the girl well--do not be afraid, Fox. I doubt she will be overly harsh with you."

They fell silent, and inside, the guests continued to party and dance, the two misbehaving husbands soon forgotten in the merriment. The servants in the kitchen had imbibed their share of wine, and as Walter had warned, and the night grew late, several of them wandered outside in search of cooler air. The two Lord Scullys were captive to their amusement.

"Ooh, lookee here, Sarah," cooed one of the scullery maids, her breath reeking of wine as she leaned close to Walter. "Here's two naughty men caught in the act." Walter winced and turned his head away, but she grabbed his face and planted a wet kiss upon his lips.

"And fine looking men they are, too," answered the one called Sarah, sidling up behind Fox and caressing his bottom with her hands.

He gasped as the wool of his trousers rubbed against his still sore buttocks, and tried to twist away from her, but there was nowhere he could go.

"Leave us alone," Walter commanded in his best Lord-of-the-Manor voice, once the maid had released his lips, but the women only laughed.

"Now why would My Lady leave you here, if she didn't intend us to take our fun with you?" the first woman asked saucily She ducked beneath the stocks and sidled around behind Walter, slipping her hands around his waist to grope at his sex. He tried to elude her, but like Fox, was trapped and at her mercy.

Fox, meanwhile, had attracted the attention of several more of the servants who had made their way outside. Ignoring his protests, Sarah unfastened his pants and peeled them down his legs. Soon Fox found himself the subject of much unwanted attention.

"Stop that!" he moaned as one of the women caressed his bare manhood, bringing it to reluctant arousal. "Let me go!"

"Now my lord Fox, we'll not hurt ye," Sarah assured him. "It's part of the punishment of being in the stocks, to have the servants play with your body. And such a pretty body it is, too," she giggled, sliding her hands beneath his shirt to caress his nipples.

Fox was nearly incoherent with embarrassment. He had been fondled by servants during his lifetime, naturally--all men endured that, whether servants or of the nobility--but to be held helpless while three of them took their pleasure in caressing his most intimate parts...it was too much to bear.

"Get away from me!" he screeched, kicking out in a desperate attempt to dislodge the female who was kissing her way up his bare inner thigh. "Lady Dana will be furious!"

Another of the servants, one Fox knew as Melinda, gave a musical laugh before engulfing his sex in her mouth. Involuntarily, he arched toward her, feeling the tears begin to course down his cheeks. Melinda had him in her mouth, Sarah was fondling his buttocks, and the servant who had been kissing his legs now was busily unfastening his shirt. 'At least you're not naked,' he had told Walter, but he was wrong. He glanced over to see that Walter was in as humiliating a predicament as himself, his breeches completely removed and his shirt open to reveal his entire chest. Walter had been caressed to a state of arousal as well, and one of the women leaned against his back, pressing herself into his buttocks while she stroked his sex slowly, up and down, her fingers circling the tip with each movement.

Walter seemed resigned to their fate, but poor Fox, having been so recently relieved of his virginity, was near catatonic with the humiliation of it all, when to his relief, his wife's voice rang out across the yard.

"Away from him, you wenches. Can't you see my poor Lord is horribly embarrassed? Leave him be. He isn't to be subject to your randy attentions tonight."

There was no anger in Dana's voice, only amusement, a fact which was not lost on Fox. She came to stand before her errant husband, a stern expression on her face. Fox stood before her helplessly, his head and arms locked in the stocks and his breeches down around his ankles, his face a mask of humiliated rage. Dana suspected he had never been in such a position in his entire life.

Anger warred with embarrassment within him, and at last, in spite of Walter's whispered asides to him to shut up, anger won out.

"Let me out of here!" he demanded of his wife, who merely cocked her head to one side and allowed him to speak his piece. "What kind of wife are you, to have her husband on display before the servants? Have you no respect for me at all? They were touching me, Dana! You promised me nobody but you would touch me tonight, and now here I am, locked in these damn stocks for the amusement of every serving wench in your employ!"

"Stop right there," she commanded softly, and Fox did, suddenly realizing he'd been yelling at his lady in front of all the servants and more than a few party guests who had come to see what all the commotion was about.

"First of all," she reminded him coldly, "you are my husband, and I can do as I please with you. If I choose to strip you naked and parade you through the streets of the village, I will do so, and there is none who will naysay me."

Fox closed his eyes in agony and shuddered at the image of himself being walked through the streets of the village where he had lived his entire life, naked and humiliated, hearing the taunts and jeers of the many women who would be watching.

"Secondly," Dana continued, "you are correct. I did promise you nobody would touch you, but that was before you were instrumental in giving one of our guests a concussion! Poor Lady Fowley is still stunned."

"My Lady," Walter interrupted quickly, "I can explain--"

"Save your explanations for my mother, Walter. I do believe she has a horse whip with your name on it."

Walter blanched, but said nothing more. Lady Maggie had never been so cruel as to whip him with anything more harsh than a switch, and despite his assurances to Fox that Maggie believed in prompt punishment, he was uncertain.. She must be very, very angry with him. He only prayed she would allow him to tell her what had happened before she whipped the skin off his back.

"So--what have you to say for yourself?" Dana asked, stepping closer to Fox and awaiting his answer.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, sniffing back a few tears.

"I'm sorry, Dana," he told her contritely. "I didn't strike Lady Fowley, but Walter was only trying to help me. It was my fault."

"How was it your fault?" asked Lady Maggie, who had approached silently while Dana was speaking. "What did you do to entice Lady Fowley, Fox?"

"I--I--entice, my lady?" Fox was clearly confused, and Dana could see that he had no idea of what her mother was speaking.

"I doubt Fox enticed her intentionally, Mother," she cut in. "He's so beautiful, women are just naturally attracted to him. It's no wonder Lady Fowley lost control of herself. A woman can't be expected to keep her lust in reign with a man as beautiful as Fox in the vicinity."

Fox ground his teeth together, but said nothing. As if it was his fault that women considered him beautiful! Given the choice, he'd plant a huge wart right on the tip of his nose just to avoid any further, unwanted attentions. Besides, he wasn't beautiful anyway. Women were blind, that was all.

"I must agree with you, my dear," Maggie replied. "Perhaps in the future, you should be more careful with the clothing you allow Fox to wear. It might save him a good deal of grief. And now you," she continued, turning to her own husband. "I would hear your story now."

Earnestly, Walter explained that he'd seen Lady Fowley enter the library after Dana had left Fox alone there, had suspected the woman's motives were less than honorable, and had slipped the skeleton key out of his wife's pocket while she was distracted, discussing business with another doctor friend.

"Did it never occur to you to simply call the situation to my attention, or to Dana's?" Maggie scolded. "We are both perfectly capable of taking care of our men."

"I tried, but you were too busy to listen!"

"You will address me in a tone of respect!" she thundered, and her husband moderated his speech immediately.

"I am sorry, my lady," Walter answered, head hung low. "I know you will take care of us. I simply didn't think--I knew Lady Fowley had her eye on Fox, and that she would take liberties with him if he was left unprotected, and you and Lady Dana were so busy with your important conversations--I thought it best not to trouble you for such a trivial matter."

"I see. Well, boys, I think for now, the two of you will stay right here. You're not likely to get into any more trouble that way. Sarah--replace his clothing, and all of you ladies leave the men alone. Walter, Fox--Dana and I will be back to tell you what we have decided after the last of our guests have departed."

Maggie strode toward the house, and Walter heaved a huge sigh of relief. Apparently he'd been correct in his first assumption--she wasn't going to whip him after all, for if that had been her intention, he had no doubt that he would be in the midst of his punishment right now.

Dana waited until the party guests had followed her mother back inside, then stepped closer to Fox, stroking his hair.

"Are you all right, sweetling?" she asked, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

He sniffed again, and she wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Dana, I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble," he quavered.

"I know you didn't, Fox. You're still so innocent, you simply didn't realize what might happen. I'll have to teach you all about the ways of women, so that you can avoid situations like this one in the future."

"Yes ma'am," he whispered dejectedly.

"I'll be back later. Be good, boys," she called as she disappeared into the house.

"Now what?" Fox asked when they were alone.

"Well, I don't know what Lady Dana has in store for you, but I do believe I'm in for some pleasure tonight."

Fox turned his head to stare at Walter in amazement. "Pleasure?" he asked in a disbelieving voice. "Lady Maggie punishes you with pleasure?"

Walter smiled mysteriously. "Sometimes she does, my boy. Sometimes she does, but tonight will simply be pleasure--no punishment."

Walter didn't seem inclined to explain further, so Fox let the matter drop. After a while, though, he grew bored, and decided to ask Walter a question that had been bothering him.

"Walter?"

"Hmm?" asked Walter, almost asleep on his feet.

"Did it ever really hurt you?"

Walter was jolted awake by the oddness of the question. "Did what ever hurt?" he evaded.

Fox blushed in the darkness. "You know..." he said at last.

Walter gave a small laugh. "No, it never hurt. That's a lie, I think, that fathers tell their sons."

"I won't tell mine that," Fox said positively, and Walter smiled. Fox would do anything he had to do in order to keep his sons pure until their marriages. All men did.

"It wasn't always as pleasant as it is with Lady Maggie, though," Walter continued. "She's a very experienced lover, and she knows exactly how to please a man."

"But...I though men were supposed to please women!" Fox objected.

"Oh, we are, Fox. It's our primary function, in addition to giving a woman a daughter to whom she may pass on her name and lands. But a man can gain pleasure as well. Haven't you felt pleasure when Lady Dana has taken you?"

Fox was simply too embarrassed to respond, but Walter understood.

"I see you have," he smirked.

"But you said Lady Maggie would punish you with pleasure--I don't understand..."

"In that case, I'll ask Maggie to have a talk with Lady Dana. It's certainly something every man should experience."

"No, don't!" Fox pleaded, panicked, but Walter had a gleam in his eye that told Fox he would be learning all about punishment by pleasure, and much sooner than he wished.



At last, when the moon was dipping low in the sky and daylight surely could not be many hours away, the Ladies returned to the rear courtyard to confront the men.

Walter had fallen asleep, slumped against the large bracing pole that was the stocks' main support, but Fox had been too nervous to allow himself that escape. He had been terrified that the servants would return, unbeknownst to his lady, and every time a screech of laughter had emanated from the kitchen he had shuddered. The servants were growing more intoxicated, as were the guests.

Finally, though, Fox had been able to discern the welcome sound of carriages departing and guests taking their leave, and after an eternity of this, the rear door opened and two shapes approached.

"My--my lady?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Fox, it is I," she answered, patting his face soothingly. "Have you been molested again?"

"No ma'am," he whispered, watching as she released the lock that held him trapped.

"Good," she told him with satisfaction, and helped him straighten up, mindful of the ache in his back and legs, for he had been standing here for hours.

"Wake up, Walter," Maggie murmured, and her husband opened sleepy eyes to find that he was freed at last.

"Maggie?"

"Come with me, dear," she said gently, placing his arm around her shoulders and helping him gain his balance. "Let's get you both to bed."

Fox followed Dana to their chamber, moving slowly, mindful of his sore muscles, and when they arrived he sank gratefully to the bed.

"We need to get you undressed," Dana said, tugging at the hated boots, and Fox closed his eyes wearily.

"Can't I just sleep in my clothes?" he begged, reveling in the softness of the coverlet.

"I want you naked, my dear," she told him wickedly, and he groaned.

"Do you not desire me?" she asked, sliding his breeches down his legs and discarding them carelessly. "Has my husband grown tired of my lovemaking already?"

"Not tired of...that," he whispered, still too shy to say the word. "Just tired."

"Poor sweet--it has been a long night for you. I have a special treat for you, though, if you can awaken long enough to enjoy it."

Fox opened one eye, his innate curiosity refusing to allow him to slip into the slumber for which his body longed.

"A treat, my lady?" He watched as she removed his shirt, then stood at the foot of the bed and stripped off her own clothing. He had to admit, no matter how shy he might be about seeing her unclothed, that his wife was lovely. He felt a stirring between his legs and sighed. He wondered briefly if he could plead a headache and be allowed to go to sleep, but if his lady wished him to pleasure her tonight, it was no more than his duty. Besides...her talk of a treat for him was intriguing.

"Yes, Fox," Dana told him, climbing into bed beside him and dousing the lantern. "Tonight I will show you a new way in which we can both gain much pleasure."

His sex twitched in response to her words, and he knew that going to sleep now was out of the question. He must needs learn more of this new method of pleasure of which she spoke.

"What do you wish, my lady?"

Dana turned on her side and gently stroked his face, admiring the way the moonlight through the window fell on his skin, turning it a deep honey color, his eyes dark pools in the depths of their shadow.

"I wish to lie on my back tonight."

Fox was confused. "To lie on your back--to sleep?"

She shook her head.

"You mean...while we...?"

"Yes."

He hesitated for a moment, and when he spoke, his tone was aghast. "Do you mean that you wish for me to be...atop you, my lady?"

"Yes."

"But..but...my weight may be too much for you," he sputtered, anxiously casting around his mind for an excuse, for surely what she was suggesting was highly improper.

Dana laughed. "Fox, I am a woman, and you are only a man. You will not hurt me, I promise you. Now come, do as I say."

She tugged at his arm, pulling him into the position she desired, and he could feel his face turning red even in the darkness.

"This doesn't seem...it isn't quite...natural," he stammered, and she laughed again as she positioned his manhood above her woman's sex.

"It's quite natural, I assure you," she whispered fiercely as she grasped his buttocks and thrust him quickly inside her.

"Oh...oh my," he breathed, moving back and forth at her urging, quickly learning the rhythm she wished and doing his best to please her.

He felt such a feeling of...of power in this position, he realized, marveling at how small her body was beneath his.

"Do you like that, my lady?" he asked in a teasing voice, stopping his movement without warning. "Shall I continue?"

"Continue, or I will punish you in ways which you cannot imagine," she hissed, but he pinned her body to the bed with his larger one and laughed softly.

"Fox, I am warning you," she said through clenched teeth. "You have no idea at what you are playing."

"I know that I am in control of you, my lady," he laughed, nibbling at her ear, lapping at her with his tongue. "For the first time ever. I do appreciate this treat you gave me."

He moved his hips slowly, tormenting her with the movements, forcing her to reach her fulfillment slowly until at last she threw back her head and emitted that animal sound that he had come to love. She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him tightly into her, and soon he followed her into ecstasy, screaming out his man's release before collapsing, panting, on top of her.

"Did you enjoy that, my sweet?" she asked, kissing the top of his head.

"Oh yes, my lady," he gasped when he'd recovered sufficiently. "It was simply marvelous. Thank you."

"Don't thank me too soon," she said mysteriously, and turned on her side, pulling him into her arms to her preferred sleeping position.

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising his head to look at her with wide eyes. "You're not angry with me, are you?"

"Oh no, Fox, not angry," she answered softly, but her lips curved in a smile as he settled back against her chest.

'Just you wait until morning, my shy Fox,' she thought wickedly. 'You will learn never to trifle with me.'



Fox awakened in the morning and stretched--at least he tried to stretch. He quickly discovered that his arms and legs were bound tightly to the bedposts, as they'd been the morning after their wedding.

"Dana?" he asked, raising his head the few inches that were allowed. She was just rising from the bath, and he flushed when he realized that he must have been in this very position when the servants brought the bath water.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, amused, reading his thoughts. "I covered you."

She approached him, carrying the soap and a wet washing cloth, a drying towel slung over her shoulder.

"What--what are you doing?" he demanded, tugging furiously at the knots that held him captive.

"Why, I'm washing you," she said innocently, soaping the cloth and scrubbing at his face and neck. "I want you to be clean for your punishment."

"My punishment? What have I--oh," he finished softly.

She looked directly into his beautiful eyes, green in the morning sunlight.

"You will never, never attempt to control me again, Fox, is that understood?"

"Uh...yes, ma'am," he said, watching her hands as they crept lower and lower with the cloth. She washed every part of his body except his sex, and by the time she finally stroked over it with the now cooling cloth, he was writhing. He gasped when the cold cloth touched his hardening manhood and she laughed.

"Oh, Fox, it's just beginning," she said, and he swallowed hard at the gleam in her eyes.

"What are you going to do to me?" he managed as she quickly rubbed him dry.

"A trick my mother taught me," she replied. She rose from the bed and deposited the towel and washing cloth beside the tub, then pulled on her robe. Reaching up, she pulled the bell to summon the servants, and then pulled the coverlet over his naked form.

"It's called 'punishment by pleasure,' she whispered in an evil tone, leaning close to his ear, and was rewarded with a shiver from her still-so-innocent husband.

The servants arrived almost immediately, removing all traces of their bath, and Fox felt a chill invade him when she ordered them not to disturb her before lunchtime. She twisted the key in the lock and turned back to him, a predatory smile upon her face.

"I'm sorry, Dana," he bargained desperately, but he was much too late to save himself. As she approached the bed again, she slowly, so slowly it was killing him, slipped the robe down her lovely shoulders, revealing her breasts inch by luscious inch, until at last she allowed the maroon silk to puddle to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him.

His manhood, which had lost a bit of its enthusiasm while the servants were in attendance, rose to attention again, and he tugged at the scarves with which she'd tied him. Warily, Fox watched as Dana approached her dressing table and opened a drawer. She withdrew a long piece of narrow blue ribbon, and he wondered, as she climbed up beside him on the big bed, what she could possibly plan to do with that scrap. He soon found out, to his chagrin, just exactly what her plan involved.

Dana slipped the ribbon beneath his waist, drawing it up on either side of his belly. She tied it around his waist, leaving one long end and one short, then she took the long end and wound it firmly around the base of his rod. He stared down at her hands in disbelief as she wound the ribbon around his sac, around his manhood twice more, then drew the long end up and tied it to the ribbon at his waist.

He shifted and felt the tugging in his most private of parts. It didn't hurt--in fact, it wasn't really even uncomfortable--but he was quite certain it would inhibit the spilling of his seed, and as she stretched out beside him on the bed, so close he could feel her warmth and smell her scent but not touching him, not even a whisper of skin-on-skin--he realized that was her intention.

"First," she began in a low voice that went straight to his bound sex, "I'm going to kiss you all over. I'm going to start with your forehead, placing tiny, feather kisses upon your eyes, your cheeks, your nose. I'll probe your ear with my tongue until you are nearly screaming with the sensation. I'll nip at your earlobes, one after another, back and forth, until they are reddened with my marks."

She turned on her side and began trailing her fingers softly up and down her chest between her breasts, not touching them, but making him ache to do so.

"I'll trace my tongue along your neck, lapping at your chin, sucking at the dimple there, biting your lips until they are swollen with need. I'll claim your mouth slowly, plunging my tongue in as far as it will go, possessing every inch of your lips, your tongue--you'll try to wrest control from me, but you will fail."

He gasped, realizing he had forgotten to breathe.

"After that, I'll lap at the hollow at the base of your neck. Perhaps I'll pour some wine there and lick it off until my thirst for you is slaked. My fingers will trace softly down your chest, flicking over your nipples until they are hardened and craving my attention. I'll suck at each of them in turn until you are crying out your need for me.

"Your soft belly will be next. My tongue will slide across it, making you squirm, making you wriggle, but you cannot escape me. You'll be breathing heavily by then, think that I'm coming nearer your sex, that you'll gain relief soon.

"You'll be wrong."

He groaned aloud.

"I'll tease my tongue into your navel, in and out, in and out, mimicking the movements of your sex in mine, until you are finally begging me to take you. You will beg me, Fox," she informed him, and he had no doubt that she was correct.

"Your entire attention will be focused on your sex as I move my mouth lower and lower, nuzzling the hair that surrounds it--and then I'll pass it by."

He shuddered.

"I'll lick and suck and nip at the insides of your thighs until they are trembling with desire for me. It will take me forever to make my way down your lovely legs, and I will take my time, savoring every inch of your lovely flesh.

"I'll suck on each of your toes in turn, and by then, you'll be bucking, desperate for my touch on your rod."

He was desperate for that already. Her words had inflamed him, and he felt as if the only thing keeping him from spilling his seed at those words alone was the ribbon.

"When I'm finished with your toes, I'll lick the bottoms of your feet, and you'll try to jerk away, but you'll be held captive. My captive, to do with as I wish."

She still had not touched him, only her voice caressed him as she continued describing the erotic tortures she planned to inflict upon him. He moaned deep in his throat, his eyes tightly closed.

"I'll make my way back up your legs," she told him huskily, "slowly, drawing out the torture, until at last you are ready to promise me anything. When you reach that state, and only then, I'll allow you a slight touch on your sex."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and bit back another groan at her next sentence.

"I'll caress it with my hair, letting the long strands wisp over it, applying no pressure, giving no satisfaction, only tormenting you further.

"At last, when you are certain you can't live another minute without my touch--I'll gently place my fingertips on you."

He made a small noise of relief and she smiled again.

"I'll stroke you lightly, up and down, my touch almost as soft as my hair on your skin, and when you feel you are almost at your release, when you're certain that the punishment is over at last--I'll stop."

"No!" he bit out. "Dana, please!"

"I'll bring you to that point over and over again, as many times as I desire, and you will have no choice but to endure. You are helplessly bound, and there is nothing you can do but wait until I choose to give you your fulfillment. Perhaps I shall choose not to allow you your man's release at all."

"Please..." he begged hoarsely. "I'm sorry, please, oh please Dana please stop please let me--"

She continued as if he had not spoken. "And you will never, never try to take advantage of me again."

He tugged furiously at the scarves, so roughly that she knew he would have bruises on his wrists and ankles later.

"I won't I'm sorry I'll never do it again oh please my lady please let me please..."

"Let you what?"

"I want--I want--"

At last, showing mercy for her poor bound possession, she began at his forehead, her lips and teeth doing exactly as she'd promised.

Once he realized that she fully intended to put him through the reality of the torture now that she'd told him about it, he writhed even more furiously, but it was all for naught. Dana gave him every second of punishment that she could, drawing out his torment for as long as she was able, and then, at last, when he was begging incoherently and verbally throwing himself upon her mercy--she released his manhood and allowed him to experience his fulfillment. But only after she'd taken hers from him first.

It was only fair, she reasoned. After all, she was the mistress.

He was only a man.

End chapter 4